Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my

because Roger

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my

He looks back

the clearing

Roger’s face when he says my mate’s

see how grave his expression is…how

blood feels like it drains from me. Like

to look, to follow his gaze, and I

in the darkness. One covered in

robes, the other…

an instant, as fast as I can go – but

the baby in my

my instincts kick in, making me

is with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared,

mouth

wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing

the gift –

give me the

my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over

to hold

go again…

those forms in the darkness has me decided,

hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger

word I take off, sprinting towards my fallen

Sinclair

and

think, covering the top half of my face with

morning?

then I realize,

don’t remember going

up, wary,

I’m not even in my bed.

Inside at all…

forest and down at the soft bed on

running my hands over the crisp

whip my head up to

front of me. I blink, trying to clear

she’s so beautiful. She’s got to

angel?” I ask, my voice

with the soft smile I expect,

head and

into my face.

confused. Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

me, slowly shaking

about these questions, except Dr.

fine. You’re just really, really

But she just smiles at me again

my lap. My